Quotes About Emotion

Fear is danger to your body, but disgust is danger to your soul.

The daftest logic brings such sweet unrest.

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

Our days flowed around well-charted, often traveled courses, and yet, the underlying sense of falling out of time, out of the trajectory of one's life, not by choice, but by subtraction, was frequent and disquieting. Then I grieved for him, for the lost and previous Paul. He grieved for that man too. Both our griefs were mainly private, internal, unuttered. Return was impossible, and there was only one direction open ; and so we kept our compass pointed forward. [p. 286]

Sometimes with a flutter of agitated worry that felt like a beetle was trapped inside my ribs. p. 90

Perversion is the erotic form of hatred.

I suppose I try to be a translator of sorts, striving to translate emotion and vision into words, to express the life force of animals and landscapes, to give them voice. I pore over the lustrous details of nature and human nature. How different is this from a monk devoting his life to an illuminated manuscript?

El arte es más complejo, por supuesto. La emoción intensa crea tensión, y queremos que el artista la sienta por nosotros, que sufra, que goce y describa las cimas de su respuesta apasionada a la vida de modo que podamos apreciarla a distancia segura y podamos saber mejor cuáles son las dimensiones del espectro completo de la experiencia humana.

I would never choose a subject for what it means to me. I choose a subject and then what I feel about it, what it means, begins to unfold.

Sometimes it was hard to express how much you loved someone. You said the words, but you could never quite capture the depth of it. You could never quite hold someone tightly enough.

Just know, my darling girl, that if I could, I would call you every day of your life just to say I love you with nothing else attached to those words. No criticism. No advice. No requests. Just to say I love you.

you feeling?" "Not—We're

Riley reached out and took Sarah's hand.

Then he looked beyond the ever-shifting alteration to study the stillness of her expression. He knew his camera could not capture this - that some things were only truly seen by the human eye. This was one of the images of his lifetime. He simply exposed his retina and let love burn her flickering, shimmering, absorbed face onto his soul.

People remembered. They wept and they grieved. In the spaces between, they were glad that the leeks were doing well this year, envied the bonnet of the neighbor's cousin, relished the fragrance of pork roasting in the kitchen on Sunday. There were those that registered the beauty of a pale moon suspended behind the branches of the elms on the ridge.

He felt something move in his chest, as though an organ had been removed and something unfamiliar left in its place. A sentiment he had never suspected the existence of bloomed in him. It traveled from his chest along his veins to every limb. It swelled in his head, muffled his ears, stilled his voice, and collected in his feet and fingers. Having no language for it, he remained silent, but felt it root, become permanent.

He has explained why it is that ambiguity touches his heart more nearly than the death and marriage style of finish that i prefer.

I pushed my pile of papers to one side, stroked Shadow and stared into the fire, longing for the comfort of a story where everything had been planned well in advance, where the confusion of the middle was invented only for my enjoyment, and where I could measure how far away the solution was by feeling the thickness of pages still to come. I had no idea how many pages it would take to complete the story of Emmeline and Adeline, nor even whether there would be time to complete it.

Everybody has a story

Shirley goes over the edge." "I don't like games like this." "Now George Sand starts to go up in flames." I sighed and closed my eyes. "Wuthering Heights

Gone were her fiery orange and resplendent purple. She was dressed in a white long-sleeved chemise, and she was weeping.

He was the first of my ghosts.

Guilt slithered through e like a poisonous snake.

unexpected regret. Watched him until the consciousness went out of his eyes, and they were simply open but seeing nothing.